by Sean G. Meggeson
spaceship earth
a rag
or another
cleaning thing
under the sink
a contextual truth
nah
giving up is
giving up
no one asked
which way is up
no one sussed out
a bodega
and look
sis puts out
her smoke on
her tongue and
the whole block
losses it’s axis
for a minute
that’s a lot
that’s all we got
The Theory of the Richer Fool
The bad name of the rat is a synthesis
of one retrograde fantasy after another.
Today’s post-hallucinogenic time zones,
tomorrow’s flash-backs of a buggy cottage.
We drink all day on the patio. Stubbies
of Dragon, a dialogue of dressing down
repressed as muted rage: Harold Searles
wrote through pyromania and ballroom 78s.
And the paper he wrote:
“The Effort to Drive the Other Person Crazy—An Element
in the Aetiology and Psychotherapy of Schizophrenia.”
So let’s get to work. The word purposive forms
in the lower intestines. Could be popcorn. Could
be cobalt. Regardless, I demand that you to consume me
at the cherry blossom festival. A would-be act of repair.
Sean G. Meggeson is a poet and audio/spoken word artist, living in Toronto. He has been published in a range of journals and magazines, including 100subtexts, Bruiser, and the Journal of Experimental Practice . Forthcoming album, Liminal Animal. His audio work can be found on Bandcamp and Spotify. Sean’s blog: https://seangmeggesonpoetry.blogspot.com/